This is a twine rubbed in water.
The daytime is 4,000 silent nights.
It's the sound of a donkey hitting a bucket.
It was a rainy day when the poplars creaked.
Open and close my tired dreams.
Life is an apricot in your mouth, which can quench your thirst.
This is a silhouette of a man carrying wheat in the hot sun of a mountain garden.
The sky is an umbrella-like shade.
Climb from my sore arm to the ground.
Day is a pitcher for storing sweet thoughts.
Sweat and tears poured out and choked my throat.